Monday, April 8, 2013

npm: 8




04/08:

animal of my love
always wild
sharpening teeth on trees until collapse,
shushing of their heads
as they tilt to block the path


translucent leaves
remark in shuddering,
sigh of pleasure born from
wind and spit.
licorice, spanish music
tumble from punctures,


all that earth
all that skin.

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